Wildflowers capture the wind
like moonbeams sparkle and grin
we live our best lives
beating the happy clock of time
and with the grace of love, no mime.
Wildflowers are where this started
like the dearly now departed
we live our best lives
trying to cram it all in
and with love over a head spin.
Wildflowers float through life
they don’t ever aim for strife
we live our best lives
floating into outer space
and a penchant for expressed grace.
Wildflowers stand up tall
aiming straight for the play ball
we live our best life
swishing through a busy crowd
and with a trail of delicacy avowed.
Wildflowers do seem so fragile
but their mind is still agreeably agile
we live our best lives
blooming year after year
and with life held by the very dear.
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